Oh Mother, I remember!

Now, looking back I finally see
the past reflected on a new surface,
no smudges of shame caused by
society’s obsession with material
possessions telling me all I lacked.

I remember all I had.

All that you gave, you never ran out.
I thought you must have shares
in the universe or secret stashes
all over the house. Now I give my
children all you gave me. It is true
what you said, To understand value  
look beyond all you can buy.

You gifted me time, itself.

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